Holy CatsA Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Well since I couldn't get Frieda and Kimmers to write a collar with this title I decided to do it myself... no one was harmed in the making of this poem, written in good fun.Holy
cats did you just scratch my back? Causing
my passion for you to bleed, Now
the bed sheets look like a crime scene And
I am still on parole for the last heart I broke. You
are gonna get me locked up for life While
you strut around with your nine.
Holy
cats did you have to purr like that? Whispering
the words that make me shiver, Putting
me in a position that leaves me speechless When
I was about to make an announcement. Now
I will have to choke on my words Knowing
you got the last one.
Holy
cats you tore me up without slack Not
leaving a shred of proof That
a heart ever existed inside this chest Thought
it was beating just for you. All
I can do is stitch up the wound As
you feast on my remains.
Holy
cats you know my ex… Ahhhh
damn now she’s got her revenge Guess
I will just walk away With
my tail between my legs Mumbling
“Holy crap.” © 2013 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Reviews
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Added on April 6, 2013Last Updated on April 6, 2013 AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more.. |

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